Colors of a Nightmare

Bright white teeth
and deep brown eyes,
too long restrained
their potent lies.

The fountain spouted
pretty words,
jewel bright tones,
like summer birds.

The silver pipes,
turned red with rust,
proving that
I shouldn't trust.

The words turned black,
and bitter sweet.
No longer could I
stand to drink.

The hate grew stronger,
pushed me down,
and with the dirt,
my hopes turned brown.

My world's dark,
and so it will stay,
until my future's
no longer gray.





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ShernayB. This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Jan. 23, 2010 at 6:24 pm
Beautiful picture.
I love this piece.
Great job.
 
***Rain*** said...
Jan. 21, 2010 at 8:37 pm
This is truly amazing, Tals. I like your rainbow.
 
JustAlice? said...
Jan. 12, 2010 at 4:12 pm
art is very special to me and this is art
 
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